Sock it to Meme
The other day Bezzie threw out this challenge (and there's not much I wouldn't do for her):
Show us where you store your handknit socks!
For some strange reason, I keep my handknit socks away from my mass produced Target socks (maybe so they won't breed) but I'm not that organized so they're in the same drawer as my summer pajamas. Because that makes sense.
Normally my sock drawer looks something like this:
So I tidied up a bit and now looks like this. Those fabric containers were picked up at Ikea a few years ago. I'm not sure if they still have them but I think they're pretty groovy. I even have 2 orphan socks on the right.
And now for my sad story:
Ok, this is where I had planned to post my mystery stole update. But today, after hours and hours (did I say hours?) I finished Clue 3 and felt so good about it I took a few photographs. But after I loaded the photographs I noticed so many errors I wanted to cry. Silly huh? Well, I thought about just knitting on but I knew the mistakes would plague me forever so I ripped it off and tossed it in the garbage.
So now I'm debating whether I should give up or start over. Or write a witty Harlot-esque essay about how knitting is a metaphor for life with ups and downs, but instead I'll just go eat some cookies and visit my therapist:
"So tell me about your childhood. Was your mother over-protective? Oops! Look at the clock. That's all the time we have for today but I feel we've made some real progress here."